PREGNANT FOR THE ALPHA I NEVER MET
Millie-Rose lost everything she'd worked for since the age of four in a single day; her career, her reputation, and the life she was about to marry into, when a test revealed she was pregnant... despite never being touched all her life.
Scandal followed. Betrayal cut deep. And running became her only chance at survival.
But there's one truth she can't outrun: the child she carries belongs to Alpha Braham, a werewolf king with power, patience, and a claim she never agreed to.
She escaped the world.
She rebuilt her life.
But how will she escape him?
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Chapter 3
MILLI-ROSE'S POV
"What?" I blinked in confusion, my voice shaky. I was utterly lost by his words and low-key terrified by the fury laced in them.
"It's not her, is it? It better not be," he repeated, his deep growl slicing through the room. His eyes were glowing...yes, actually glowing and the intensity in them chilled my blood.
Involuntarily, I took several steps back, away from the storm brewing in his body.
Who the hell is this man?
Why does he look like he just crawled out of some supernatural mafia fantasy?
Whatever or whoever-he was, I didn't want to know. I couldn't afford to be curious, not even a little. Men like him were to be admired from afar. Not touched. Not approached. Definitely not... involved with.
Those beastly eyes? They'd burn every ounce of peace out of your life. Unapologetically.
Besides, I had enough problems right now.
"Please, excuse me," I said stiffly, trying to slip past him. More like run past him.
But a strong, calloused hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back like I was weightless.
"Is she the one? Yes or no? Dammit!" he snapped again.
My body jolted from the sheer force of his voice. His eyes bore into me, and the heat of his touch on my arm felt like it would leave a permanent brand.
"Ye..." the nurse stuttered behind him.
My eyes widened. My stomach dropped.
"Yes, she is."
"No, I'm not!" I blurted out, yanking my arm back, breath trembling. "You've got the wrong person, I swear. Please, let me go."
I sounded pathetic, practically pleading now. But I couldn't help it...he had the kind of energy that made you feel like the air around you didn't belong to you anymore.
Dr. Saint finally stepped in, his tone shaky but firm. "Sir, what is the meaning of this? Let go of her arm, you're hurting her."
The man didn't blink. Didn't flinch. Didn't even acknowledge him.
Of course he wouldn't. Men like him don't ask. They take.
"She's the one, sir," the nurse confirmed again. Her voice was timid and apologetic, but her words struck like lightning.
The one what?
The one who... what? stole a car? Crashed a plane?
Carries... a child?
My heart thudded painfully.
No. No. No.
This had to be a mistake.
My terrified gaze darted to Dr. Saint, but the look on his face told me he had no control over this either. His expression practically begged for my forgiveness.
"Oh, you sly bitch. So this is him?" Silas's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and bitter. "This grumpy bastard is the one? You sure have a weird taste, Millie."
My jaw dropped.
Their voices rang in my ears like cruel music, spinning a tune I didn't understand and didn't want to be a part of.
He's not the guy. He's not any guy. I don't even KNOW him!
I'm not pregnant!
I didn't cheat!
I don't even want to be HERE!
The answers screamed inside me, but when I opened my mouth, they came out as pathetic whimpers.
"No... no, I'm not carrying his child or anyone's," I said, tears spilling freely now. "This is a misunderstanding. Please... keep looking. I'm sure you'll find the girl you're looking for, but it's not me. I swear...I don't even know you..."
My voice cracked on the last part. His jaw tensed.
Then he turned to the nurse, eyes sharp. "She doesn't know? What do you mean she doesn't know? Wasn't this supposed to be an agreement?"
The nurse visibly trembled. But before she could utter a single word, Silas chimed in again, with that venomous smile.
"So let me get this straight... you knocked her up and now you're playing daddy? Hah! Must be nice. Little slut gets a happily ever after with the Beast of Chicago."
The man didn't respond. He didn't need to.
He just glared at Silas and the tension in the room thickened like a storm cloud.
"I'm calling your father," Silas snarled, whipping out his phone. "He deserves to know his sweet, virgin daughter has been playing house with some oversized mutt."
"No!" I cried, lunging forward. I grabbed Silas's shirt, tears blurring my vision. "Please. Don't call him. Let me figure this out. Just... give me a chance. Please..."
"Get off me, you lying slut!" he roared.
His hand rose. I saw it coming, saw it aim for my face.
But I never felt the hit.
Because that stranger, the terrifying man who had gripped my arm like steel was suddenly in front of me, hand clamped around Silas's wrist.
"If you ever think about hitting her again," he growled low, his voice a lethal promise, "I'll tear your hands from their joints. Crush them. Feed them to my dogs. Do you understand me?"
Silas went pale. Like, corpse pale.
Dr. Saint's mouth hung open. The nurse looked ready to faint. Even Martha had stopped breathing.
All of this... over one man.
I needed to run.
I picked up my bag I just noticed had fallen off my grip and bolted, feet moving faster than my thoughts. I hailed a taxi with no destination, only desperation.
My phone buzzed nonstop, Callie calling, texting, reminding me about the photoshoot. But I was in no state to pose. I turned it off.
I cried silently the whole ride, replaying everything in my head.
The cheating. The lies. The terrifying stranger. The child inside me that I never asked for.
But it wouldn't be inside me for long.
I never consented to it. I didn't ask for this. So I'm getting rid of it.
I found myself at a nightclub. Why there? I didn't know. Maybe because I wanted to drown it all out.
I sat at the bar, head spinning. The bartender recognized me, but thankfully, he didn't fanboy. Just gave a respectful nod.
"What can I get you, Miss?"
"Something strong. Really strong," I said, voice brittle but determined.
He studied me, then nodded. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of thick, dual-colored liquor.
I didn't ask what it was. I didn't care. I just needed it. Now.
But just as I brought the glass to my lips-it vanished.
I gasped.
The strange man was here again.
He downed the drink in one go, slammed the empty glass onto the counter, and glared at me like I'd just committed murder.
"What were you trying to do?" he growled.
I couldn't answer. My lips quivered. Fear warred with... something else. A strange fluttering. His scent... it was addictive. Dark. Expensive. Wild.
"You're trying to kill my baby, huh?" he hissed, leaning closer. "Good thing it's not some flimsy fetus. Booze won't do it. You'd need something stronger. Something life-threatening."
"Who... who are you?" I whispered. "What do you want from me? How did I... how did this even happen? We've never-"
"Alpha Braham," he said sharply.
My brain short-circuited.
Alpha?
Oh God, no.
Werewolves. He was a werewolf?
I didn't believe in their existence even though everyone else in the world said they were around us and lived amongst us.
It made sense now. The eyes. The strength. The aura.
They owned most of Chicago and New Orleans. Most people believed that. They mingled among us-but I had never believed or agreed with them. I was human. I liked being human and I didn't want anything with wolves.
Now I was apparently carrying one.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't even want to breathe.
Maybe if I just stopped...
"Breathe. Now," he snapped, gripping my hand.
Air rushed into my lungs like a dam breaking.
"Let me go..." I whimpered.
"Listen," he said through gritted teeth. "I didn't want this either. I needed a werewolf surrogate. Not some weak human. This disgusts me just as much as it disgusts you. But the child is alive. There's nothing we can do now. So don't even think about hurting it. You give birth, I pay you, and we never see each other again."
Terror gripped me.
But under the fear... that fluttering was still there. Warm. Pulling.
His scent. His presence. It was toxic and addictive.
"This isn't right," I whispered, tears spilling again. "I don't want this. I never... I haven't even had sex. And now I'm pregnant? I feel... cheated."
For the first time, he looked truly surprised.
His mouth twitched into something like a smile...if you squinted hard enough.
He leaned in, his breath brushing my cheek, eyes gleaming with something new. Something dark. Wicked.
"Are you indirectly asking me to be your first?" he murmured. "Because if so... I don't mind. I'd gladly take you up on the offer. Would you?"
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7.2
Title- A Name Without A Past
Author- Abraham Tejiri Onojighofia
Genre: Psychological Suspense Romance / Crime Thriller
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Larry awakens in an abandoned hospital with no name, no past, and no memories-except one. A woman's face. Her voice. Her presence. The single image floating in the hollow wreckage of his mind is so sharp, so undeniable, that he knows she matters. He doesn't know who he is, but he knows he must find her.
Moments after he escapes the hospital, someone tries to kill him.
Driven by instinct and the one memory he trusts, Larry follows the fragment of recognition until it leads him to Ella Morgan, a composed and fiercely intelligent homicide detective. But instead of relief, he's met with confusion. Ella has never seen him before. According to her, he is a stranger.
But danger arrives before either of them can walk away.
A sudden attack convinces Ella that Larry is not lying-someone wants him dead. And the attempt on his life mirrors the recent string of unsolved murders she is investigating. Against policy and against her better judgment, Ella takes him under temporary protection. Immediately, unsettling cracks begin to appear in her certainty.
Larry recognizes places connected to the case.
He reacts to threats with a trained instinct he can't explain.
And his fragmented flashbacks seem tied to secrets Ella wasn't supposed to uncover.
As they race to piece together his missing identity, a darker truth begins to emerge. Larry's amnesia is no accident. Evidence points to a covert operation, a covered-up crime, and powerful enemies determined to bury the truth permanently. His erased memory may hold the key to a conspiracy that reaches into the police force, the city's elite-and Ella's own past.
With each step closer to the truth, the connection between them deepens. Larry feels drawn to her with an unshakable certainty that defies logic, while Ella fights the pull of a man who may be the missing link to her most dangerous case yet.
But as Larry's memories begin to return, so does a chilling realization:
Ella wasn't just a face in his mind. She was the last person he tried to protect before everything went dark.
Now, the enemies hunting Larry have turned their sights on her.
In a deadly race against a faceless adversary, Larry and Ella must unravel the past he's forgotten before it destroys them both. Because the silence Larry woke up with isn't empty-it's hiding a witness, a secret, and a truth someone is willing to kill to keep buried.
And the closer the truth gets, the more dangerous remembering becomes.
7.7
Bella arrived New York City with ambitions, goals and desperate hunger to escape poverty. Raised by her single poor mother along side beloved sister Emily, Bella believed the only way to succeed and save her family from the ruthless hands of poverty was education.
After countless denial and rejection letters, she finally gained admission into one of the most prestigious universities in the country. What she doesn't realize is that stepping foot into that campus would pull her into a dangerous world of obsession, wealth, and power She never knew existed.
Benson Vale is everything Bella despised, Arrogant, untouchable and born into privilege.
As the heir to a billionaire empire, Benson is being forced to get married in order to acquire his inheritance something he dreaded with passion, but Bella crashed into his life and his tightly controlled world starts to unravel.
Lurking in the background is Angella Browns, Benson's childhood friend and the campus self proclaimed queen bee. Obsessed and possessive Angella would do whatever it takes to keep Benson all to herself even if it meant destroying Bella's life to pieces.
When tragedy strikes and secrets begins to unfold, Bella and Bensons relationship are bounded together by a dangerous DEAL - one that could either save or destroy them both.
As danger draws closer Bella must not only fight for justice but also uncover the truth behind her sisters death and choose Whether love was meant to survive in a world filled with Wealth, Power, and betrayal.
It was never meant to be love until fate made them collide.
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
7.2
Aria was born with a fire in her soul a mysterious ember that hums with a power even she cannot control. Ordinary life was never meant for her, but when shadowed creatures rise from the Veiled Realm, kingdoms teeter on the edge of war, and an ancient prophecy stirs from the depths of forgotten magic, Aria discovers that her gift may be the only thing standing between life and annihilation.
As she struggles to master her abilities, Aria is thrust into a world of ruthless warlords, cunning sorcerers, and dark beasts that hunt from the shadows. Every ally she meets could be a traitor, every enemy may hold a secret, and every choice she makes carries the weight of a realm cloaked in mystery and danger.
Amid the chaos, a forbidden bond ignites with a warrior whose strength matches her own, a connection that could either become her greatest strength or her deadliest weakness. As love, betrayal, and destiny collide, Aria must confront the shadows of her past, embrace the power within her, and decide whether she will rise as the savior of the Veiled Realm or fall and let it burn.
Embers will flare. Secrets will awaken. And one girl's courage will shape the fate of a hidden world forever.
8.5
To the Dark Moon Pack, I wasn't just invisible; I was a stain. Dean Lee, the Alpha designed for my soul, treated me like a shameful secret while he paraded his mistress, Karina, in red silk.
The night of the Charity Auction, Dean bought my late mother's moonstone pendant—the only thing I had left of her—for a hundred thousand dollars.
I begged him for it. Instead, he clasped it around Karina's ankle.
With a cruel laugh, Karina stomped her stiletto heel, crushing the moonstone into dust. Dean just watched, his eyes cold and unfeeling.
"It was just a cheap rock," he said. "I'll buy you diamonds."
But the cruelty didn't stop at emotional torture. When rogues attacked, Dean used me as live bait to distract them from Karina.
He threw me into the Blood Pit, a gladiator arena, to fight a massive Feral wolf while he sat in the VIP box with Karina on his lap.
"She won't last three minutes," I heard him say through our dying bond.
He watched with bored detachment as I was ripped apart, refusing to save me even as I screamed his name. He saved the mistress and drowned the mate.
I died on that arena floor. Or so he thought.
Years later, the mysterious and world-renowned artist "H.Y." returned to New York for a gallery opening.
When Dean saw me on stage, he rushed forward, tears streaming down his face, trying to claim the wife he had mourned.
"Hayley," he choked out, reaching for me. "You're alive. You're mine."
I didn't cry. I didn't run.
I unleashed a shockwave of ancient White Wolf energy that blasted him across the room, shattering the glass displays.
"I don't take orders from dogs anymore," I said, looking down at him.
"I, Hayley York, hereby reject you."
7.0
They mocked him.
They humiliated him.
They thought he was just the worthless son-in-law who couldn't lift his head at the dinner table.
Leon Gray was invisible to everyone around him-his proud wife, his ruthless in-laws, the world that only measured worth by wealth and power. To them, he was nothing but a burden, a joke, a man doomed to live and die in obscurity.
But Leon had a secret.
Behind his silence was strength. Behind his shame was an empire no one dared to imagine. Every insult, every slap, every cruel laugh only fueled the system he carried within him-a mysterious force that rewarded his patience and built his hidden kingdom brick by brick.
The Collins family believed they had crushed him.
What they didn't know was that they had just created their greatest enemy.
Now the silent son-in-law is done waiting.
The tables are about to turn.
The man they trampled will rise-not as their equal, but as their ruler.
This is not just a tale of revenge.
This is the legend of the forgotten man who became untouchable.
The silent king.
The son-in-law who owns everything.